“You’ll divorce once it’s over, and I’ll marry Ethan with our son. Then you’ll be the shameless mistress.” Hearing Sabrina’s filthy words, the smothered agony, and Ethan’s coldness, my fury finally erupted. I grabbed a teacup from the bedside table and smashed it against her shoulder.
“Sabrina, you’re a slut, born to be a mistress. You got dumped by a man, and now you’ve crawled back to cling to your old flame.” Sabrina shrieked, clutching her forehead. Blood seeped slowly between her fingers. Ethan immediately let go of me and rushed to pull her into his arms.
After glaring at me for ten seconds, she shook him off and screamed,
“Hannah, you fool! You can’t even keep your own husband, and you dare to hit me! I’ll never forgive you!”
She lunged at me.
Everyone hurried over to restrain her. Sabrina’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at me, yelling at Ethan,
“Ethan, she called me a slut and hit me! You must avenge me, or I’ll abort the baby and never see you again!”
“Slap!” A sharp crack rang across the hospital room.
I held my face, staring at Ethan in disbelief. The ward fell silent, broken only by my anguished scream:
“Ethan, I want a divorce! A divorce!”